1. |
Strawberry Talk
02:57
|
|
||
|
I've been letting that dark creep up the sides of my eyes and
Letting it spiral into itself, cluttering my talking-rhythming
I've been trying any sweet taste-test, testing almost everything
Orange juice, a get-me-lost, costs a sense of 'I know anything'
Oh no matter what, never ever ever forget 'at this moment I feel as if...'
Good old friend, my reflected self, said confident, as if there wasn't any end
"Oh no, this moment never ends"
I've been letting that dark creep up the sides of my eyes and
Letting it spiral into itself, frustrating my strawberry talk
"Know this moment never ends, know this moment never ends
Know from now on, you're not you, you never have been"
|
||||
2. |
Sweet Talk Taste Test
02:53
|
|
||
|
It's getting dark
I wish your melony talk well
And to see the world outside this cardboard door
You built then forgot you did
I'd regret it if "if" existed
No mirror life lives, just you
Everyone else is red, seeded, and fleeting
Have I been talking like them all?
Yeah do I have chapstick on?
Ready to sweet talk anyone
And in this mess of darkness
I've got hope for a lioness animal
|
||||
3. |
Posedriplose
08:58
|
|
||
|
Now it's pitch black
For a while now, you've been moving fast
Not letting notes play out
Not letting songs stretch out
Not letting friends in
Letting anybody in
"...Oh"
I drew a mural on my wall
Across from all the others, this one stood out beautiful
It's a watermelon in a sea of strawberries
Though it isn't finish, red just skewed and screwed that green
Now I don't care about you
I mean where have you been?
And who have you been?
And will this be a dream?
Will this be a dream I had?
I hope to blink right back to bed
My shared-mind shower daydreamin'
So time to time I close my eyes
All the while I should be trying
Stretching spirals into sin curves
And something into smiles
What's that something else?
Some nothing/symbol/posedriplose/whatever's troubling you
It's too dark so I add any sweet taste
Now I don't have no posedriplose anymore
But it's still pitch black
Conquering dark doesn't turn on the light
It just makes you go blind when it gets bright
|
||||
4. |
Sick of Speaking
01:46
|
|
||
5. |
|
|||
6. |
Already No Everything
04:30
|
|
||
|
Well it's been too long songs
Cooped up his whole life
A paragon parrot in a cage
Notices the door has been lockpicked
By some funky little fungus
So he looks outside
But there's nowhere to go
No, no, I mean
All he sees is "there's nowhere to go"
And I'm gazing at the same exact scene
But I'm not waiting for that something coming
I already see everything there is
Well it's been open now
Extremely stressful weeks
Without the limbs himself
He goes in search of a being with opposable thumbs
And everyone is always singing
"Remedies in melodies"
But fluid words won't shut the door
And so he keeps on silently
And I'm faced up against the same troubling scene
But I'm not searching for that "you there lock it up"
No I believe there is no saving me
Just switching my focus off the open door
And so I keep on feeling, whistlistening, oh anything I can do
To keep my focus off the open door
|
||||
7. |
Giraffic Jam
02:08
|
|
||
|
Don't be mad your animal is now myconic animal
Don't be sad your animal is now myconic animal, animal
|
||||
8. |
Whistlistening
02:58
|
|
||
|
Keeping up with your talking-rhythming
Strawberry talk is easy listening
But I'm investing all my interest in
Something hindsight might say
"It was my wasting id"
But I keep on whistlistening
Now I don't know if it's true
I mean, I've been screwing up truth
(is) it (is) intrinsic (?) or just skewed
And all of these beautiful quirks
Turns out I gave them to you (?)
Someone someday maybe will be intrinsically anything
Maybe someday someone will be intrinsically good
So I keep on whistlistening
|
||||
9. |
The Never One Everyone
07:31
|
|
||
|
Who have you been lately?
"I was letting the dark creep up the sides of my eyes last week"
Who have you been lately?
"I was crawling around just being a mouse
Nobody knew if I'd end up human
This week I'm a doctor and I operate on myself every day"
Who have you been lately?
"Ex-spiraling in whatever is next
Everywhere directioning"
Who have you been lately?
"Aspiring in becoming a mouse
Silly me, you're already human"
This week you're a libra and avoiding it every day
Can you, or me, or anyone, find a way to fight away the change?
"Who have you been lately?"
I finally found the courage to ask
Who have I been lately?
This week, oh I hope we're still aware of our changing ways
|
||||
10. |
Humble Bee
04:12
|
|
||
|
I'm a humble bee, bumbly leading my sudden sister into a flooded flower bed
There's pretty looking tulips there
But they're drowning now
And I'm the only one who knows
I'm not gonna tell her
I'm a humble bee, bumbly bleeding in my awkward introversion
An intro into perversion preferring not to finish my--
Or preferring not to start
But I always end up starting everything
I've made this claim before
I'm not talking anymore
Everyone is never one
But it's fun to see what we become
I could be a doctor for a week
Or a corny AABBCC rhyme scheme
|
||||
11. |
|
|||
|
I never want to leave the water hitting our heads
And the back of our necks
And this flex the nerve away to stay unshakey
Shake the sound around swelling make it blend in
End in 3 2 1 end in 3 2 1 end in 3 2 1
Keep on counting I can't bring my self to
Keep on counting maybe soon I'll shut the shower down
And this strawberry talk is turning me dumbfounded
While I'm traveling through ground clouds
In a buddy bubble but it's okay
Maybe I should paint a paper plate
To heal my headache and remember
I'm in love (lust?) with an upstate scene
And I forget about the 'ew' in 'we'
So wish away the well so we'll just will ourselves out
If we've no control it's easier to leave
There's no "just one more minute in here"
So never want to leave the water hitting our heads
And the back of our necks
And this flex the nerve away to stay unshakey
Shake the sound around swelling make it blend in
No, the moment ends!
Well I was wrong and it's okay
I just miss your melony talk
I'm sorry I never sang you your song
Or maybe I did and you were asleep
When the moment ends
I'll start singing those melony words again
Hopefully you'll be awake for them
Well I was wrong and it's okay
I just miss your melony talk
I'm sorry I never finished your drawing
But it's still on my wall and I've got paint
We can finish what should've came next but the moment sustained
So end in 3 2 1
|
||||
Trestin Eeling Smithtown, New York
If you like Trestin Eeling, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 26, 2024
go to album
Time is Glass
by Six Organs of Admittance
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence.
go to album
The Power Of The Heart: A Tribute To Lou Reed
by Various Artists
Keith Richards, Rosanne Cash, Lucinda Williams, Joan Jett, and more pay tribute to the enduring and visionary music of Lou Reed.
go to album
A Chaos Of Flowers
by BIG|BRAVE
Leaning into the sparse, impressionistic sound of 2023's albu "Nature Morte," the Montreal metallurgists sound as heavy and radiant as ever.
go to album
The Seattle band work around the edges of shoegaze and dream pop with a rare sense of clarity and momentum.
go to album
Every Bird Ever [Album]
by Ilithios
The new record from Brooklyn indie group Ilithios is full of big-hearted songs with the hooks to match.
go to album
This Could Be Texas
by English Teacher
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat.
go to album
